Blood on the Ground
*Hezzlie*
Rowan holds my gaze for a bit after he admits he knows Zeb, and I wonder what it is that has happened between the two of them, but he has to go. His mind-link seems to be going crazy with people requesting his help. I want to go with him, but I am still drained and dizzy, and I’ll probably be more of a liability than an assistant at this point.
Rowan will need a new shirt because he ripped all the buttons off this one, but he has the rest of his clothes on. It’s weird, seeing that gentle look in his eyes. Most of the time, he looks at me like he wants to rip my head off, either that or like he wants to fuck my brains out, but right now, I see something different in his expression. It’s not hate or lust–it’s something more like admiration, and I’m not used to it.
He bends down and presses his lips to mine in a hot, hasty kiss. “Stay here.” His look is measured, as if he’s calling my bluff.
“I will.” I mean it, too. As much as I want to go, I won’t. Something tells me my father hasn’t organized his warriors enough to go after Moonstryker with a fatal blow right now. What little I know about my father tells me he’ll be cautious. He’s not going to completely stand down and let my brother run away either, for that matter. I seriously doubt he cares that I’ve left.
Unless, of course, Zeb has told him the truth about me–that I have powers.
Sighing, I lie back in the bed. I hadn’t really thought about that until this moment. For the last several weeks, while I was under my father’s roof, I did everything I could to hide my powers and had been successful with it.
But now? He knows the truth. I should’ve fucking killed Zeb.
I’ve never done anything like that before, though. I’m not sure I’m capable of killing someone. If I stay here long enough, though, it’ll be something I’ll have to do eventually.
Unless… did I kill any of those wolves I blasted at the bridge? I really have no way of knowing. I passed out pretty quickly after that.
My head is swimming, and I’d really like to go back to sleep. I’m so exhausted. I feel like my phone must when I completely drain it of energy. I snuggle back down into the bed, fully aware that I’m naked, and Rowan’s scent surrounds me. I inhale deeply, my mind going back to how it felt when he was inside of me. My hand flies to my throat, to the spot where his teeth sunk into the place where my shoulder and neck meet. We are joined now on both sides, and he won’t be able to easily get rid of me like he did before.
I feel that thread that joined us ping a bit as he gets further away from me. I wonder if, one day, we’ll be at peace, and he will be able to lie here with his arms around me, holding me close, with no concerns about fighting my father or anyone else.
If that’s ever going to happen, I’m going to need to strengthen my powers so I can help out. And my brother is going to need to get his wish.
He’s going to have to kill our father–or I am.
***
*Rowan*
I don’t bother to finish getting dressed since I’ll be shifting soon. Leaving Hezzlie is difficult, but I’m drawn by bloodlust, my longing to run out the door, across the yard, into the forest, and down the valley to the place where Darsky’s forces are gathering in an attempt to break through the wall that runs between our two lands.
My men have already torn several of them to shreds as they’ve leaped the fence, but if they continue to come over in larger groups, it’ll be more difficult.
It doesn’t take me too long to cover the distance, not when I’m in such a rush to get to the fight. Soon enough, I’ve reached the valley, and I pick up speed as I rush down the mountainside.
It’s easy to see over the wall from up here, and I see just how many troops Darksky has gathered there. It’s not that many, honestly. Maybe three dozen. I have a hundred on my side of the wall.
I see a familiar wolf standing over there, though. Even through his fur, I see the scar. I also notice his fur is a little singed, and I have to laugh. I assume Hezzlie did that to him. Zeb. One of Darksky’s henchmen–the man who slit me open.
The two of us lock eyes, and my mind is made up. They’ve crossed my border several times, so I have all the reasons in the world I need to justify doing the same. Through the mind-link, I tell my men to open the gates and move through. They want a fight? I’ll fucking bring it to them.
My men are ready for this, and even as I ask for more warriors to come replace these on this side of the barrier, just in case we have an issue holding them back, though I don’t see that being a problem.
The warriors rush through, and their snarls and growls fill the air. I close the distance quickly and plow through the gate, instructing the warriors who shifted to open it to close it and only open it for us through the mind-link.
I rush the nearest enemy warrior and leap at him, knocking him backward. My claws slash through him, leaving him bleeding and on the brink of death, but he’s not the one I want. I look around the battlefield and see the wolf I’m searching for chomping down on the haunch of one of my younger warriors.
Releasing the wolf I’m leaving for dead, I take off again, weaving through fighting duos until I reach him. I charge with my shoulder and hit Zeb hard in the side, sending him rolling off my fighter. He grunts and pulls himself off the ground. The scent of burned fur fills my lungs, and I chuckle the best I can in my wolf form.
He narrows his eyes, and I think he realizes who I am for the first time. With a low growl, he squares up to me, and I know his full intentions. He wants to finish the job he started all those years ago and kill me.
Well, this time I’m fully awake and ready for him. I’m more than happy to finish the job I started, too, when I tried to rip his throat out and only managed to scar his face.
This time, I won’t miss.
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